by Kresley Cole
Page 15
Cas staggered back in confusion, no doubt wondering why Daciano hadnt slain him as well. Only then did Raum give the signal to end the melee.
Just as the great horn began to sound, Daciano vanished, reappearing once more before the Horde vampire.
Slash.
The red-eyed vampires head toppled as the horns blast faded. . . .
At least three dozen others had fallen-although the melee had lasted not ten minutes. Even the bloodthirsty crowd had quieted, gaping at the carnage.
Gradually the remaining contestants dropped their weapons, backing away from each other. Most began limping toward the sanctum entrance. Their eyes burned with emotion-rage, fear, even excitement-from the hell theyd just endured.
But not Daciano. His eyes were a steady, compelling green-and locked on her.
Raum counted the fallen then announced, "So concludes the first night! Congratulations to the one hundred and ninety-two survivors. Tomorrow will commence the one-on-one, randomly drawn bouts. Each contestant may bring one cold weapon into the ring-a sword, a lance, a club, a mace, and so on. The bouts begin at sunset. Good eve!"
A group of jubilant young Abaddonae had already surrounded Cas, but Daciano remained amidst the bodies, blood splattered over his clothing, rivulets of it running down his grim face as he gazed up at her.
Hed killed so ruthlessly, yet so . . . calmly. Bettina had never seen anything like him.
And she owed that dangerous male her favors.
Hed taken out five competitors just for her and had saved Cas. But not for long. If Cas faces Daciano, he is as good as dead. A small sob escaped her lips.
Daciano simply stared at her, as if there were nothing else on earth worth beholding.
Trehan was up to his ankles in blood, viscera, and writhing corpses.
Freshly slain bodies of all species would often twitch, but immortal corpses and body parts clung tenaciously to life. Severed hands still clenched and unclenched. Mouths opened on soundless screams. The faces on severed heads changed expressions before freezing into grimaces of pain.
He supposed it was fitting that Bettina see him like this, without shadows to conceal him, his true nature exposed. This is what I bring to you.
If you need a protector, this is what I offer.
Her lips were parted, her eyes wide behind her mask. He inclined his head to her, acknowledging for whom hed fought.
Tonight hed been Bettina Abaddons champion. And zeii mea, itd felt good to kill for her!
When he started for her, she gasped, turning to Raum, who was now waylaid by outraged delegates, each demanding his champions release from the blood contract.
-"I never would have entered my son if Id known Gourlav would be in the lists. "-
-"Not to mention the remaining vampire! Who the hell is he? What is his line?"-
-"The word contest indicates a fighting chance, demon!"-
Apparently those idiots hadnt realized that Raum was not to be ordered about. The grand dukes chest was bowed even more, his horns straightening with hostility.
Bettina wisely turned from that group without a word. She glanced at Caspion, who was surrounded by a throng of admiring demonesses, which clearly irritated her.
That wastrel had a female like Bettina wanting him. But he was too stupid to see what was just before him.
His loss. If its the last thing I do, Ill make sure of it.
Chapter 16
The vampire was coming for her. So naturally, Bettina had chosen to flee.
Of course the one time shed hoped for Morganas intrusiveness in her life-if anyone could devise a way out of a bargain it would be the wily sorceress-her guardian had left. Raum was busy, Salem nowhere to be found.
Cas was . . . occupied.
Bettina glanced over her shoulder. Vampire still nearing. She peered around for anyone to talk to, but suspected Daciano wouldnt be stopped anyway.
When he traced in front of her, she drew up short. Snared.
"Weve ten favors between us," he grated, taking back the coat shed forgotten she still held. "Are you prepared to pay what you owe?"
She parted her lips to answer, only to fall silent as she peered up at him. "Your eyes were green the entire time. "
"Why is this noteworthy?"
"All that killing and blood, all those screams and flames, and youre unaffected. " In a way, he reminded her of . . . of gold-a noble metal that didnt react to most other elements.
"Im accustomed to death and all its faces. But when I think about last night, Im utterly affected. " At once, his eyes flooded black.
In turn, she grew breathless, flushed, that awareness redoubling. The more she tried not to think about last night, the more images arose in her mind . . . his big hand between her legs, his hot mouth on her nipples.
Voice gone husky, he murmured, "Your irises grow lighter, female. Im not the only one who enjoyed what happened between us. "
She swallowed. "Because I thought you were another. " She glanced over at Cas. A horde of females cooed over his slight injuries, jockeying to fondle his muscles. Bettina wondered if she had any place at all in his thoughts.
Daciano gripped her upper arm, drawing her attention back. "I ask you again, will you pay what you owe?"
She raised her chin. "Up to a point. "
"To a point? That wasnt one of the terms of the deal. "
"Im still a lady-a princess! I expect to be treated as such. And Im still embroiled in this tournament. As soon as this farce began, I knew Id be held to certain . . . standards. " By ancient law, Bettina could be stoned to death for breaking the terms of the contract. "I wont jeopardize my life by sleeping with you. "
"Meet me in my tent at midnight, and I promise you," he said, his voice dropping even lower, "that I will treat you like a lady. " Such innocuous words, but the way he said them . . .
"What if I cant sneak away tonight? I wont be alone. " Salem would surely tell Raum if he learned of this. And her godfather would shift to second gear-battle-ax to the brain.
Which would probably only get Raum killed by the menacing vampire.
"Then Ill come to you. "
"Thats not possible," she snapped. "Ill figure something out. " She thought she could get the guards outside her doors to take the night off, but would Salem balk? "This will count as . . . five boons. "
"One. "
"Three," she countered. When he inclined his head in agreement, she asked, "Which tent is yours?"
"The quarters of the slain vampire. Look for my standard. "
Then he disappeared.
She sagged, yearning for the privacy of her rooms. Now that her royal responsibilities were over, nothing was stopping her from returning. Nothing except for herself.
The winding, foggy lane to the castle was a short stroll filled with beings, but to her, it rolled on . . . and on . . . and on. . . .
She could call guards to escort her, but her kingdom was a safe place. It would send the wrong message. Plus, she didnt want others to know of her fear. In the Lore, fear equaled weakness. Weakness eventually equaled death, even for an immortal.
There are crowds all around, she told herself, nothing can get me. But then, she had been within earshot of crowds when the four had attacked her.
Bettina remembered getting dressed with friends before going out that night. Shed thought, A rave out in a poppy field-what could possibly go wrong . . . ?
Though her bones had healed seamlessly, at times like this she could swear she still felt the fractures aching.
Rubbing her arms, she took a few tentative steps, breaths shallowing, anxiety constricting her chest. Anxiety and anger-at the Vrekeners whod twisted her. At herself for becoming a shell of the old Bettina.
Shed once been bold(ish) and quick to laugh, generally happy. She had never imagined shed end up like this-a timorous, incapacitated mess.
Sheer will netted her a few more steps. But when she made
it to a well-lit storefront, she froze, glued to its safety as if soldered there.
Someone would soon come along to walk with her. Surely. For now, think of other things.
As she feigned interest in a shelf of figurines on sale, her thoughts returned to Daciano. Hed entered for her hand-not because he was a glory hound or because hed been condemned on his home plane.
No, apparently hed surrendered his home forever.
And once the tournament had begun, that vampire had been the only one whod acknowledged her, acknowledged that hed fought for her. No one else had even looked at her. Not even Caspion.
Cas had been helpless not to respond to those battle groupies surrounding him, especially the voluptuous demonesses. My hips will never be that round, my breasts that plump. The one bad thing about freezing into immortality? If unhappy with your appearance, you were eternally screwed.
Yet even the slim demonesses got a swoon-inducing grin from Cas. In fact, it seemed there was only one female he didnt respond to.
Me.
Five minutes passed. Ten. Shed begun meandering through the store, picking up a figurine here, a vase there. But soon, the shopkeeper started insisting that Bettina take them all as gifts, refusing any offers to pay.
"No, please. Im just resting a bit inside your lovely store. I couldnt accept more. " And there went another vase into a bag.
Bettina was unable to leave, and equally unable to decline the merchandise without insulting the kindly shopkeeper.
I dont even like knickknacks! Morgana would never have this problem. Bettinas deadly patroness wouldnt. Those two Sorceri females always got what they wanted.
Why cant I?
When the shopkeeper began looking for a larger bag, Bettina inwardly groaned.
Ultimately, she accepted all the offerings with a strained smile, then forced herself to turn toward the exit.
Outside, the buildings loomed taller, the alleys twisting narrower and darker. As she cautiously peered upward, that familiar seed of anxiety started to seethe in her chest-the one that wouldnt stop growing until she was covered with sweat, shaking with fear, gasping for breath.
She was trapped, standing at the threshold like an idiot, clutching her sack like a life preserver.
I hate this! When did I become that girl-the pushover afraid of her own shadow?
She knew her fear was irrational. Thered never been a Vrekener in Abaddon. If one managed to enter this plane, the Abaddonae milling around would never let it hurt their princess.
The demons would trace into the air and attack, asking questions later. She knew this.
So why wouldnt her body listen to her mind?
"Bettina!" Caspion? Hed left his admirers for her? "Ive been looking for you!" He jogged up to her, still spattered with dried blood from the fight. He glanced around, lowering his voice. "Youre alone here? Arent you afraid?"
Salem and Cas were the only ones who knew about her phobia. "It isnt so bad tonight. " Not a lie-she hadnt had a full-blown attack yet.
He didnt look like he believed her. "Ill walk you back. " He took her bag with a frown-he knew she wasnt a knickknack type of person-then offered her his arm. As they started toward the castle, relief breezed through her. The shapes of the buildings morphed to normal, the alleys opening up like mortal freeways.
"You fought really well tonight, Cas. I was so proud. "
"Did you see what Daciano did?" Before she could answer, he said, "Bastard muscled into my skirmish just for the chance to kill me himself! I was about to get free of that whip even without his interference. "
Not true-and Bettina was almost glad it wasnt. Otherwise I bet five boons for nothing.
"The vampire returned for you. "
She gave a slight nod. "I could scarcely believe it. "
"I was only in Dacia for a short time. But from what I heard, Trehan is like Mr. Dacia. He loves his kingdom more than any of them. You two mustve had, uh, some night. " He seemed to be looking at her with a new regard, which flustered her.
"What are you doing here, Cas? I thought youd take another female"-or two, or three-"home with you. Arent males usually keen to after a battle?"
His shoulders went back. In a steady tone, he said, "No others for me, Tina. "
With a tremulous smile, she murmured, "Really?"
"People would talk. I would never insult you like that. "
Her smile faded. "I appreciate your consideration. " People already talked. She was the subject of pity, the weird halfling hopelessly in love with a strapping demon.
"Now that Ive entered, everything has changed. "
"How so?"
"I will figure out a way to defeat Daciano. Somehow. And I will win you. Well rule together, and well be good at it. I will endeavor to always be true to you. I consider us betrothed; I have since I signed my name to enter. "
"Endeavor?" she said softly. "Will it be so difficult?"
"Its not exactly my nature. And youre not my mate. " He raked blond locks off his forehead. "I did warn you, Tina. You have to be patient with me. "
She sighed. He was trying. "I know. And I appreciate all youre doing. But why are you so certain youll defeat the vampire? Daciano seemed formidable"-unstoppable-"in the ring. "
"Ill study him, discover his weaknesses. "
If only it were so simple. "And what about Gourlav?"
"Ill figure it all out. Dont fret over me. "
Of course she would fret over him. Shed been doing it for nearly a decade.
Cas escorted her to her secreted castle entrance, but didnt follow her in.
"Youre not coming up?" she asked, though she wanted to work anyway.
"We cant do that anymore. People will talk if I go to your spire. "
She raised her brows. "Most of the combatants will be in a brothel tonight, but Im expected to go to my lonely bed?"
"Thats the way of this world, Im afraid. " His expression darkened. "Im concerned about the Dacian returning to your apartments. He cannot have access to you, Bettina. "
"I thought a vampire could never hurt his Bride. "
"Im not worried about him hurting you. Im worried about him pressing his claim, trying to bed you fully. "
"Salem will boot out any unwanted visitors. "
